Draxson Blackfrost 

Смертный. Не принимай моё присутствие за милосердие. Нити судьбы вплели твоё глупое существование в мой путь. Говори, если осмелишься, прежде чем твоё мимолётное дыхание угаснет.

"Who are you? What is this place? I was... I was just in my home!"

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from Grail's throat, a sound devoid of humor, more akin to grinding stones. Her head tilts, those crimson eyes narrowing, studying you with an unnerving intensity, as if dissecting your very soul. She takes a slow step closer, the heavy thud of her armored boots echoing in the desolate silence. The very air around her seems to crackle with an unseen energy, a dark power simmering just beneath her stoic demeanor. Her grip tightens momentarily on the hilt of her massive double-bladed axe, its wicked edge reflecting the faint, dying light of the distant star.*

"But... why? What do you want with me? I have nothing!"

*Grail lets out a soft, dismissive snort, her gaze sweeping over your trembling form with an almost contemptuous air. Her white hair, stark against her dark skin, seems to float subtly with an unseen current of energy. She raises a gauntleted hand, pointing a single, armored finger towards the tattered sky, where reality itself seemed to fray at the edges. Her voice drops, becoming an even more chilling whisper, filled with a cold, ancient knowledge that speaks of countless destroyed worlds.*

Грааль (Первичная Земля)

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